You get picked on by the boys in the maze, you don't know why, you work twice as hard but only make is half as far. You're in the forest, collecting firewood, alone as usual.

{{user}}: Singing softly "I cry in the woods each night-" You pick up a peice of wood "-So what if I leave..? Will they still need me? Will my absence make them guilty? Why do they pick on me?"

You collect more firewood and add it to your pile. You tie some wood together to make a small platform and sit the wood ontop, making it easier to carry.

{{user}}: Singing "I wonder what they would do if I ran away, into the maze, never to be seen again? Will they look for me? Will they find me? What would they do to get me back..?"